Real Radio - Exposition

Hey yo

Real Radio

That’s the dream for the masses

Too much life

I’ve got no time

For classes

Pass this trunk of wisdom

And give them

A taste of the life

We live up in the kingdom

Yo the music

We demand it’s ill

My poetry stays in motion

Never standing still

When times get hard

You’re doing what you got to do

It’s fourth and goal

Homeboy check the audible

Mainframe

Coming to see the game changed

Most of these rappers are just spitting

The same thing

With th same flow

Same production

Same lyrics

Sam bullshit

I’m not trying to hear it

You got a lot of nerve

Trying to talk like you know me

You haven’t even scuffled a block

In my Sauconys

So homie

Hang your head

And keep walking

Shut your mouth

And stop the blah-clap talking

Expo rocks the mic

With ferocity

Yo you think you’re iller than me

Homie you gotta be

Out of your mind

You must be out of your brain

I got no money for a car

So I’m riding the train

I try to maintain

I go against the grain

I don’t give a fuck

What these other rappers

Are saying

Man I’m doing my thing

I’m quite simple and plain

With a heart made of gold (?)

You don’t need the bling bling

Yo it’s the lyrics of tomorrow

With yesterday’s soul

I’m bringing it back

To everybody say «Oh!»

If you’re hip hop on stage

The crowd got to rock and roll

You’re sweating out the liquor

You drank before the show

Everybody speaks

And very few will really know it shit

I solved the puzzle with pieces

That ain’t supposed to fit

I tote this shit

My mind’s mythic proportions

Maneuvers through the music

With lyngusitic contortion

My words speak louder

Than cerebral distortion

Your style died before it was born

Like an abortion

The lyrical conveyor

My rhymes most notable

Sick unsigned hype goes straight to the quotable

I wrote some bull

Before my scriptic maturation

But since then I’ve seen much

Change throughout the nation

I’ve seen much natural mystic

Become evaporation

Threw back many a glass

Have many a conversation

Prioritize my thinking

Became less complacent

Too many folks to love

To worry bout

Who I’m hating

I push pen to paper

Which is what I do best

Vocalize a memory

To reach the children in distress

Live life for myself

Nobody to impress

The words mean nothing

If your actions show less

Your words mean nothing

If your actions show less

Pussy-clad (?) rappers get put to the test